Honeysuckle Bride

I fell into the depths of my memory 

and caught fish in my skirt. 

Laughing, crying, they told 

me of a place I used to love. 

It’s far away, though. 

Further from my body than my dreams 

from my mind in 

the waking rays of morning. 

And yet, I still reach for it; 

I was happy there, 

where the flowers bloom. 

You have forgotten me, 

my sweet throne of wonder, 

and left me for my mummified sorrow 

to engulf me whole 

like a pill. 

I remember the way we danced together, 

the heart to heart, shoulder to shoulder 

founded by chance 

and her shades of white. 

Your silhouette began to haunt me, 

you'd never leave my side, 

but we fall apart, and break down: 

my Honeysuckle Bride.